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Grargath's cheer as the giant lizardfolk falls is quickly cut short as the rest begin to swarm him. The dwarf grunts as Cira's bolt whizzes over him, and he heaves his axe up again. "All lined up in a row, are yah?" Grargath swings his axe hard, trying to cut into each of the warriors closing in on him.
Grargath turns the attention of his axe to the massive lizardfolk brought to kneel by Maffei. He rears back and swings down hard against the scales of their imposing enemy.
As the lizardfolk draw closer Grargath, now wanting to waste the energy coursing through him from Marcus' song, charges at the closest warrior. He cries out "Taste th' steel o' my axe!" as he brings the blade down hard.
Grargath runs forward, battleaxe in hand. He watches the lizardfolk with intensity, ready to bring his axe down on any that might rush the party now that they are on land.
Grargath grunts triumphantly as his throwing axe makes contact, then hurriedly bends down to retrieve his proper weapon. The dwarf runs to face the lizardfolk now swimming towards them, putting himself between them and Francis.
As the spellcasters start to work, Grargath runs up behind them ready for battle. Seeing an opportunity he drops his axe to the ground, draws one of his remaining throwing axes, and hurls it at the nearest lizardfolk.
Grargath nods in solidarity with Cira and Marcus, preparing his axe and shield. "Aye. Keep th' big one out o' th' fight for as long as possible. Then we can take care o' him when his friends are done."
Grargath glances at the primitive paintings on the wall, distracted for a moment by their variety, before his eyes lock back on the running water as they make their way through the tunnel, not eager to be ambushed by another crocodile. "Hm. Don' like th' looks o' that one," the dwarf mutters quietly as the brutish lizardfolk suddenly catches his eye. "But unless we want t' go fer a swim," Grargath looks sheepishly at Cira, "I don' see a way t' get past 'em."
Grargath shakes his head, still keeping a wary eye on the murky water. "Aye, though I don't think you'll be forgettin' it anytime soon, lass." He grimaces and finally breaks away from searching for any further emerging beasts. While Maffei is attended to, the dwarf takes a few steps further into the cavern, taking care not to stray too far from the group. He keeps his axe and shield raised, alert for anything else that might try to ambush them.
"What in th' hells is that!?" Grargath's eyes widen as the beast emerges from the water, breaking through Cira's spell at first to attack their newest companion. He rushes to the other side of the crocodile, axe and shield at the ready. [ooc]Move 20 feet. Attacking with Power Attack
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Grargath looks up at the ceiling above him, unaware of the sudden change until Cira's comment. "Might almost feel at home 'ere myself if it weren't for the smell," he chuckles, wrinkling his nose. "Aye, an' look at these mushrooms. Doubt they're safe t' eat."
Grargath stops to examine the archway as the party makes their way deeper into the cavern. "Can't 'elp feelin' uneasy, walkin' into a snake like this," he mutters, looking for anything out of place on the unusual stonework.
Grargath shakes his head. "'Salright, lass. Jus' a very stange feelin', growin' suddenly like tha'." Grargath follows down the tunnel, keeping his axe in hand.
Grargath groans as his body shrinks back to normal size, feeling slightly queasy from being enlarged suddenly and without warning. "Shout somethin' next time, will ya? So I can be ready fer it." He takes a step back from the fallen bodies of their foes. "Aye, Cira's right. Thank ye. Let's keep goin'."
Woops, posted with a different character profile! Everyone meet Nisa xD What is this, a crossover episode?
Grargath regains his footing after avoiding the lizardfolk's blow, and quickly brings his axe back around.
But once again, his swing falls short of his foe.
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Irritated, Grargrath grunts as he swings his axe again at the lizard, hoping to make contact as the magic missiles soar around him.
Critical failure! These dice....
Grargath grins at the first hit, but the unexpected miss on the second lizardfolk almost makes him lose his balance as his swing goes further than expected. Marcus' song fills him with new courage, and he swings his axe down again on the first lizardfolk.
Grargath charges forward, battleaxe at the ready. The dwarf stops in between two of the lizardfolk, and swings his blade in a wide arc, striking both at once.
Grargath nods and draws his axe as he takes a few steps back. Memories of his near death experience come flooding back, but he shakes them away. No time fer that. The dwarf stands firm, waiting for the lizardfolk to react to Cira's spell.
Grargath carefully makes his way back to the others. "There must be more than just th' ones around th' corner lurkin' around. Fightin' out in th' open 'ere might draw 'em out." He looks down the rougher waters that flow toward the east. "Maybe it's best t' leave 'em for now an' try t' make out way down there."
"Look like they're about a month old," Grargath mutters. "Terrible." Shaking his head, Grargath turns his attention to cavern branching off to the west. "I hear voices comin' from this way," he gestures, lowering his voice.
Grargath crouches as best he can in his armor, getting a closer look at the lizardfolk tracks. "Looks like a lot of 'em come through 'ere. 'Bout a dozen or so, at least." He shakes his head and glances around at the skulls and decapitated heads that decorate the cavern. He cautiously walks closer to the two that appear to be recently slain, checking for anything that might indicate who they were.
Grargath shakes his head in sorrow as the treant talks about his plight. " 'S a terrible thing," he mutters glumly. "Soon as we find 'em, we'll send 'em yer way." The dwarf pauses, realizing they were missing a curcial bit of information. "Ye talked about Nimbrethalya... But what's yer name?"
Grargath shuffles his feet and offers his own words of assurance. "As th' others said, if ye know anythin' about th' missin' druids, we can get out o' yer hair- Or leaves."
Grargath shifts his body so the side his axe hangs from is pushed back, out of sight. "We did nae kill any o' yet friends!" he calls out.
Grargath shouts as Cira plunges into the water, only to be swiftly rescued by Francis. "Are ye alright?" he barely has time to ask before the new problem rears its trunk. "Dunno wha' e's speakin', but Francis 'as th' right idea. Kav othok ekran Dwarven?" Dwarven: Do you speak Dwarven?
Grargath has a -4 strength penalty in his armor, -3 if he drops the shield, but there probably isn't enough time for him to get his armor off to get to Cira.
Grargath turns sharply to reexamine the skulls. He furrows his brow and nods. "Aye. Understood." He tentatively approaches the river, looking at the stones marking the slippery path. "Don' see any other way across. Best t' take it nice an' slow."
Grargath, very slowly under the weight of his armor, begins making his way across the stone path.
"Causeway t' th' dragon skeleton, then south on th' Blackwash." Grargath repeats the words when Zissren finishes, committing the directions to memory. "We best be cautious, then. Not lookin' t' start a fight." An' who knows if th' druids already did. Mebbe that's wha' happened t' them.
Grargath nods as he listens to the shaman's words. Sounded like a whole mess down here in Thornhill, but as Luculian said, they were here for something else. "Thanks," Grargath says, grateful for the better help Zissren could provide. "How far in th' swamp is th' Dark Oak tribe? Can ye show us how t' get there, too?"
Grargath nods when Cira introduces him. "Aye, any 'elp ye can give us would be appreciated. We were told they went off int' th' swamp, but Luculian was short on details."
Grargath looks quickly between Luculian and Cira, also sensing the tension. He wasn't a fan of the reeve's attitude either, but obviously his words would strike a chord with the half-elf. "Thanks fer yer time." To the group, he adds, "Let's find Zissren. Mebbe she'll know more."
Grargath grumbles at Luculian's apparent brushing off of the ones who have died already, but decides against commenting on it. "D' ye know wha' tribes they were hopin' t' meet with?"
"We heard about th' Kells disappearance in Belhaim," Grargath offers. "While we've been helpin' th' Baroness an' others there. We want t' help find Azmur an' Rima."
Grargath stands behind Francis and Marcus, wondering if the woman can even see him behind the humans. His eyes flick between her and the filthy looking boy who he assumes to be her son. Seems like she has 'er hands full. Mebbe Luciian isn't home. He shuffles his feet awkwardly, letting the more charming members of the party explain themselves.
Grargath nods. "Aye, time is o' th' essence. Ye've been a great help."
Grargath frowns in sympathy as Radiyya opens up about her difficulty in Thornhill. But, not being known for his comforting skills, he leaves the kind words to Cira. "Luculian an' Zissren," he says after a moment, committing the names to memory. "Ye mentioned Luculian is th' reeve. Who is Zissren t' th' town?"
"An' do yah know an Izora al-Warezana?" Grargath adds. "We were told t' ask fer her."
Grargath nods. "Aye, those are th' two we're lookin' for." The dwarf frowns as the priestess goes on. An image of what the lizardfolk must have looked like flashes in his mind, and his nose crinkles in disgust. "When they left, were they jus' followin' th' river?"
Grargath chuckles at Marcus. "We'll have t' get some good, dwarven ale in yah one o' these days." Grargath hesitates for a moment, noticing the sounds of the blacksmith mingling with a mournful song, then leads the way into the Hall of the Sun.
Grargath chuckles at Maffei's discomfort. "Aye, swamps're bad. But they're nothin' compared to a cramped cavern in th' mountains playin' home t' a bunch o' tightly packed dwarves." He turns his attention to Francis as they get closer to the town. "See anythin' tha' looks like a chapel for Sarenrae?"
Grargath takes another drink as images of the dangers Bassy describes flash through his mind. Could crocodiles and giant bats be much worse than the monster they had faced in the cave? "I don' suppose there's a map o' th' swamp anywhere?"
Grargath savors his drink, still feeling sore after the encounter in the cave, as he absorbs Bassy's words. He nods, recalling the story she had told them about Lady Tula and Aeteperax. "Thornhill, eh? Sounds like a good place t' start, then. D' yah think th' people there will help us?"
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